Adopted demon (for Sean Smith)

[French Polynesia]

"Ooh, a massage. I'll take over for a few minutes Sammy." Finn said as he entered the boys consciousness. He lay across her lap enjoying her massaging his bum but didn't like the coldness. Once she sat him down, bare bottom on her thighs, he held on to the beautiful woman in front of him.

Sam's eyes watered when he heard the news of the no recovery part. "Ouch! Too bad, Sammy. I had something planned for tonight. Hope you can take a second one." Finn said callously to Sam's consciousness. "But you know what, a day long hurting bottom is not what I had in mind. I'll let you enjoy her love today, you earned it." He gave her another hug before retreating again.

"Please momma! No! Can't you take off the cream? I'll be good." He pleaded not rears wetting her cleavage. The boy was terrified now even though her warmth comforted him.

[Sean Smith]

Fiona rubbed his back caringly, in such a soft and gentle manner she hugged him and kissed his forehead. " No my dear, Momma made a promise to you, and she will deliver wonderfully." She smiled as she moved him once again this time, she gently laid him across her lap, pinning him down with her left hand the paddle on her right. Grinning in such an enthusiastic manner. Lifting her hand high as she added pressure to the grip, the paddle began to glow a gentle and soft red. Bringing it down harshly right in the center of her son's causing the impact to echo in the room, when pulled back a clean mark of the paddle had been made to her sons rear, glowing such a deep and luscious red before fading shortly.

The woman gasped at the performance her sons bottom, sure enough, showed no signs of skin tearing or even nerve damage. "Marvelous *SMACK SMACK* this paddle is wonderful *SMACK SMACK CRACK* every hit landed enthusiastically and with rhythm as she smacks her sons bottom in a pattern center, left cheek, right cheek, left sit spot, right sit spot, then repeat. Every hit echoing and resounding in the room. " Is my little one learning?" She asked curiously. Pausing for a moment after no less than ten swats

[French Polynesia]

Sam hoped she better be comforting him after this. Finn had agreed to let him have his momma allto himself, so he had a thin smile on his lips. When she bent him, the boy instinctively held on to her pantyhose clad leg. The first swat was a momentary flash of white hot pain. "Aagh!" He cried before the sting subsidized going away completely. He marveled at the development- it seemed the healing factor reacted in a surprising way with the cream. It kept removing the burn that usually came with a spanking, the icy effect probably needing a very vigorous session to redden his bum enough to take effect.

She spanked ten times, the pain registering a bit more with each snack before lessening quickly. "Hurts, but not bad." He said absently to his mom before realising he could've lied and she wouldn't have caught on.

[Sean Smith]

"Hmm it seems *SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK* We need some proper motivation. She began to take full force swing a small humming could be heard as with every swing the pressure would release and impact the rear with much more force, the heat and the cream blending well, not as she expected but not all undesirable.

She was getting in some practice swings as she began to hit one cheek more than the other *CRACK SMACK SMACK SMACK* Making sure to aim for his little weak spots, she could feel her arm adjusting to the weight of the paddle although it was very different from her hardwood and oak wood paddles she had. Her breast bouncing with every swing. She felt her body warming up, she was enjoying this moment. " Take that naughty boy *SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK*, it's okay for now but Momma is just warming up my dear" she commented taking a fast swing *,SMAAAACK* letting the paddle sting to his skin with the heat, then pulling it back after a few seconds. *SMAAAAAACK!* Letting the paddle sit for a little longer before giving another blow.

[French Polynesia]

Had Finn been able to see it, he'd be marvelling at how her breasts seemed to react to the spanking. "Having fun?" He taunted Sam who was finding it difficult now. The cream, it seemed to have just made his tolerance more. But as she increased the seats, the paddle and her strength combined to slowly pinken his skin. He squealed when she said this was just a warm-up. "No momma. I'll be good, don't need more." She usually would have reached halfway by now but this time, she seems to be relishing the challenge.

[Sean Smith]

She paused for a moment, reaching over and placing the paddle down and her right hand feeling the lovely heat coming from her sons bottom. "Tell Momma what she promised you, honey." She spoke as she grabbed the hairbrush gently caressing his chin, his cheek with it before moving it all the way back to the rear, a sshe grabbed his waist with her left hand, lifting him up as she stood up, placing her left leg high on the chair exposing her lovely figure as she placed her son over single leg.

Lifting the hairbrush high, the hairbrush was sleek in design with some very small ridges extremely small almost undetectable to the naked eye design to prick the rears nerves and cause pain with every hit. She raiser her right arm and with force brought it down *WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP*, she delivered such harsh blows that the room echoed the blows 4-5 times over the normal amount, her breast juggled even as her bubbled butt moved with every swing.

[French Polynesia]

Sam wiggled his bum. "Momma promised me a paddle, hairbrush and the belt and a long painful spankin" he said sadly. Right on cue, she produced the hairbrush which she ran over his cheeks. Sam squirreled his nose, not enjoying the prickly sensation- hairbrushes aren't supposed to do that.

He felt himself lifted in a high position, Sam wildly grabbing his mom's hips with his palm resting on her cheek. He started kicking and squirming with each spank- "waahh!" He cried the brush working its magic. It stung, even with the cream, this one seemed to be working on a different technology and he cried with each smack. His howls soon filled the room along with the spanks.

[Sean Smith]

Fiona observed ever so carefully as her sons bottom went from pink to red in a matter of a few swats but who was to say this was over, with every swing Fiona felt her body breaking into a heated passion, causing her swings to be more sharp, exact and accurate. The sound of flesh being pounded by an object was starting to fill the room along with the cries of her very sorry son but she was not letting up. In one swing her breast busted out its constraints as the bra snapped clean off. Eliciting a moan from the mother's mouth but not enough to cause her to stop, as the sudden release gave her more freedom to swing more enthusiastically as with every smack she followed up, was stated to show some white skin on top of that reddish glow coming from his rear and sit spots. "Is my baby sorry?" She asked continuing the punishment.

[French Polynesia]

Sam took the brushing with quiet dignity. Wait, no,. He cried and screeched and begged and pleaded and said all kinds of things in strange tongue of incoherent gibberish. Tears were flowing from his eyes- why was she still smacking him?

"Seems she likes to spank, who'd have thought it?" Finn said to the boys consciousness. He of course couldn't see her state of undress- the evil villain might have traded for Sam if he knew she was like that. "That cream just seems to make her go on forever."

"SHUTTTUUUPP!!" Sam screamed to Finn, not realising that he actually called it out loud for his mom to hear. He didn't hear her question. His bum was nice and glowing noe

[Sean Smith]

Fiona paused as she let out a gasp, she stopped spanking her son, she looked down upon her son, did she just hear correctly, she helped him off her leg and stood him up on the chair as she touched his face gently with her fingers to ensure she looked upon, her eyes. "Did you just tell me to Shut up? Because that is what I heard when Mommy asked you if you were sorry. I have never taught you to be so disrespectful. Tonight is going to be a very long night for you, my dear. Bend over on the chair I want you to grip that chair with your hands and expose that bottom, do not move or fall from that position or we will start over understood." That cold tone she used